Trust: The Art of Balance

In trust there is a fine line between having too much and not having enough. In life, we are constantly battling to find that middle ground where we can trust another in the right circumstances at the right times. I have struggled with trust my entire life and wondered when I would finally learn the art of balance. I either trusted people too much—shared intimate details about my life with complete strangers just because they inquired—or I shut people out completely. I think I just wanted someone to care.

Now, I am faced with the issue of trust again. When posed with a question of what I trust and why in a particular group of people, I froze. My mind began racing. What is trust? How do I know that I trust these women? I don’t think I have all the answers, but I do think I have begun to explore this unknown territory without restraint.

What is trust?

By definition (or one of them, since I found 24) trust means “reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., or a person or thing; confidence.” In other words, being certain that a person or thing is honest, ethical, strong, and reliable—I think. As nice as that is, I don’t really think the idea of trust can be wrapped up in a nice little box like that. Trust is messy. It’s kind of like going into your closet and trying on all of your clothes when nothing fits. All the clothes seem to end up on the floor and it takes you twice as long to sort out the mess you made. I find a lot of things in my life to be this way, which makes life more difficult, but definitely more interesting.

How do I know when I trust someone?

Good question. I don’t think I have quite figured that out yet. You see, I am a very open person. I will share almost anything with someone if they ask because I am not sure how to say, “It’s none of your business,” in a nice way. But I am also very good at shutting people out and putting up a front to show people how strong and put together I am. While some of the time I am that put together, other times I am not. Figuring out when I am genuinely okay has been a struggle for me, but I am finally realizing that it is okay to be happy and strong as well as sad, lonely, and disappointed.

So does sharing all the intimate details about my life with someone mean that I trust that person? I tend to think not. For me, I think trust is more like a feeling—a journey per se—not a tangible destination. Kind of like a warm, fuzzy, hot-chocolate-going-down-your-throat feeling inside when we know that the people we are sharing our stories with will not intentionally judge, hurt, or abandon us without warning. For me this is hard—like climbing Mt. Everest hard. I have been hurt, judged, and abandoned by more people than I can count, which makes the feeling of trust harder to recognize each time that trust is broken by someone. So while, from the outside, it may look like I trust many, looks can be deceiving. So to answer my own question…How do I know that I trust someone? Honestly, I.don’t.know.

Each day I am growing, changing, and learning. I am discovering that it is okay to have the expectation that people are trustworthy and that not everyone will hurt me I the end. But that takes time. Think of a toddler learning to walk. She cannot start running on the first day. She must begin by leaning on objects/people for support. Then, gradually, she may take a few steps on her own, but will inevitably fall down. She may cry and be scared to get back up, but in her own time she always does. She takes comfort in knowing that there are others, who are older and more experienced, who are there to help her and to cheer her on. And just as every child takes her own time in learning to walk, we all take our own time to begin to trust someone. It may take a few minutes, a few days, or a few years and there will definitely be people along the way that we know we will never be able to trust.

So I guess, for me, I am learning to walk when it comes to trust. I am slowly pulling myself up to stand on my own and I know I will get there in time. It might not be to day—and you know what? I am perfectly fine with going slow and feeling my way through this thing called trust.